we’ve been in front of a computer for three days straight; shoulders hunched, neck spasming, eyes crossing at random (likely attempting to roll back in our head as we whimper toward our painful death). we’ve been working it hard and it aint been fun. patience, brainpower, spirit and creativity sucked up into the guts of our machine with the click of each key. each command fucking shift.
no time to love, no time to live. no time to think, truth be told. we can barely even tweet (it’s been killing us). but we blurt a blog (albeit a more than slight inebriated, nonsensical one) not for kicks nor tricks, just for us. a verbose vom into the pages of what’s quite obviously become our notepad. our diatribe. which we admit we occasionally forget you voyeurs are reading.
until you all fucking yawn over it, of course. your collective boredom at our cerebral ramblings sent us reeling, at first for the hills, then back here for a rantie. fuck. it’s no new conversation, the idea of momentum. of chi. so ours is busted; a slow strangle, a drawn out kind of kill. give a girl a break. you don’t like it – you know what to do. in the meantime, we’ll cease blogging whilst blitzed. and bored. mmkay?
amanda says:
I think that your blogs that are random and usually make the least sense are my favourite. I honestly get super excited when I see that you have updated, regardless of what it's about.
Anonymous says:
yawn.
skt says:
fuck 'em. you're fab.
Anonymous says:
zzz
Anonymous says:
you da besttttt
Anonymous says:
keep going biatch
Andrea says:
Never, never stop. Haters come out when the weather gets nice.
Anonymous says:
But, who said they were haters hating on B&R and not simply readers giving constructive criticism? Sounds to me after reading the previous post and comments, it was just simply constructive criticism. But I guess if some can't take the heat, get out of the Kitchen.